There's something to be said for the imagination betraying you. Right now Eito's was doing overtime, to the point he was starting to wonder if his imagination was always an enemy agent seeking to undermine him.
Here's the trouble. Chise is - in case you hadn't noticed - a bit of a mad scientist. She'd slapped something around his wrist and then not explained what it was. Anyone else, he'd be thinking 'tracking device', but no that was too obvious. Too <i>easy</i>.
This thing on his wrist could be <i>anything</i>. Literally anything. It could teleport him into a pile of manure at a moment's notice. It could release pheromones that attract wasps. It could emit a high pitched warble that makes him need the bathroom. It could play the entire "Cut the Crap" album by The Clash on a loop for hours at a time until it drove him insane. So, half way through the second loop.
So busy staring in horror at this personal apocalypse waiting to happen was our hapless hero that he didn't even notice before bumping into a strange girl. Which was something he'd been doing a lot of lately, either by accident or by following his Fate given instructions.
About that second one. Isn't it interesting that he needed to follow no more instructions until the day of the swim meet? Almost as if he'd set in motion a chain of events that, by him acting normally, would ultimately lead to his desired outcome. As such, no instructions would be needed during this time. Interesting, yes?
In any event!
"H-hey watch where you're - Wait, could it be?" asked a certain closet lesbian. "Aren't you that Eito boy...?
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Namiya Maeno was so far in the closet that she might as well be out of it. This was a girl who spent hours fantasizing about her classmates and friends. Who had bought certain <i>magazines</i> targeted at teenage boys and all but absorbed their content like she was a sponge. Put her in the changing room with some ladies and she had to spend the entire time mentally doing math to avoid getting a bit too touchy with them.
But if you held a gun to her head and asked her if she liked boys, girls, or both she'd adamantly insist both. Probably while blatantly drooling over the nearest girl's chest.
Of late, weird things had been happening around town. Sae and Michiko had showed up to their meeting with a stupidly big pair of breasts, and they were lingering in her mind. N-Not becaues she was gay or anything, no sir, no ma'am it was merely... Wow, those were some nice tits.
When she discovered the truth... That the enhanced bosoms had come about due to drinking milk contaminated by some dastardly dirty minded boy's devious schemes...
She found herself feeling an odd sense of comradery with said boy. After all, how could she think bad of someone who decided to create such a treat of big busts for her to look at? On the other hand, there was a very good chance he was planning to inflict the same (wonderful) fate onto her as well!
B-But wait... Wait a moment here! If she could maybe work out the trick behind the corrupted milk, then maybe she could... Yes, that could work. It would give her a distinct advantage in the swim meet! She could see it now, corrupt and taint every other girl there - except that Koemi girl, she was so bad that it was a wonder she was still allowed to participate.`
Yep. That was her motivation. And certainly not the chance to see a whole bunch of large breasted girls in swimsuits trying (and likely failing) to have a good swim time!
"Uh, are you alright?" Eito asked, waving his hand in front of her face. "You've been staring at me for a good half minute or so. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ah! Then she had better put her best foot forward if she wanted to play this silly boy! "Um, um!" she hemmed and she hawed. Gosh, what was she meant to do in a situation like this? "I like you!"
Then she glommed onto his arm and felt really, really gross. Think of the boobies! Think of the boobies... Think of the swimsuit clad boobies floating in the water!
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Do you know what really puts the mad in 'mad scientist'? Honestly, Chise never felt the term applied to her before today. She was, at worst, an irate scientist. A quirky scientist. An annoyed or irritated scientist.
Today was the first day she went into 'mad' territory. She'd known it would happen. It was bound to. However, she never expected in her wildest dreams that it would happen while she was spying on her dorky friend while her other dorky friend was perched underneath her, pushing the top of her head into Chise's stupidly big boobs.
"Can you not?" Chise growled.
"But this is what cushions are for!" Koemi said. Curse her extremely lame jokes, curse them to hades! "We could have a pillow fight if you want?"
"Cram it!" Chise hissed. She held the binoculars tighter and watched with still growing frustration at the unbelievable sight in front of her. "Another girl! He's still showing the audacity to flirt with another girl!"
"Oh, we have nothing to worry about," Koemi said. "That's Namiya Maeno. There's a betting pool going around the school swim clubs for when she'll finally admit to being gay."
"That seems pretty mean spirited," Chise said. Then, after a moment, added "Can I get in on that action?"
"With those breasts, she'll be all over you," Koemi quipped. To which Chise responded in the only natural, organic manner that she could. She stood up ever so slightly, leaned back and used her breasts to slap the back of Koemi's head.
Note to self. Don't use breasts to slap someone again. It hurts you more than it hurts them.
"So we don't have anything to worry about?" Chise asked. "If she's not into guys, there's no way a dork like Eito will interest her."
"Absolutely! So he should be completely safe - Oh wait she's hugging his arm. That is quite unfortunate for both of them."
Yep. It sure was. After all, that bracelet was a punishment item made by a steaming mad, furious brilliant scientist. Since Eito was clearly seducing that girl, they'd now both wind up getting punished by -
- Electroshock therapy.
- A truth serum being injected into them.
- Their bodies have become extremely magnetic.
- Their clothes transform
- Something else
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